10. Chapter 10 #2
She was never going to feel as safe as she had felt drinking from his bottle, opening her mouth to his binky, lying before him with her naked legs spread while he put her in a diaper and called her his babygirl. His baby.
Just plain his.
She'd never had that before.
She doubted she'd ever have it again.
But she didn't doubt for a second that she needed it. She needed him.
She'd really screwed up.
But right here, lying beneath him now, how could she possibly say any of that? The words didn't exist.
"Please, Daddy," she whispered.
His pupils dilated as he swallowed, then shook his head. "I don't do one-night stands," he warned.
Once she was back in jail, he would have no more choice over that than she did.
"I need Daddy," she said.
He swore under his breath, but the look in his eyes wasn't angry. It was ravenous. "Don't you say that to me if you don't mean it."
"I need you, Daddy."
He shook his head wonderingly. "I will chase this relationship as far as it will go," he vowed. "And yes, I mean it, there will be a relationship."
He didn't mean it. A relationship wasn't possible, not once she was in the system.
"Please… Daddy?" She arched her back, lifting her hips in search of his, but she only bumped his thigh with a crinkle of diaper padding.
His head lowered, his voice deepening. She felt the shiver of it rippling through him. "Please, Daddy, what? Use your big girl words, Tabitha. What do you want Daddy to do?"
"Make love to me." To him, this couldn’t be more than just fucking, but to her... it was the last part of him she'd ever know, and she wanted so much to take that with her when she was forced to go.
He swore again, deeply, breathlessly, swooping in to catch her lips with his.
He branded her with his kisses—her mouth, her chin, the very base of her neck where his tongue first tasted and then soothed the wild beating of her heart.
His big hands let go of hers, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could trail those nipping, hungry kisses down between the valley of her small breasts while he stripped her out of her diaper.
"Daddy," she whimpered, but his kisses found her again and something else did too.
As he peeled the blanket out from between them, as she rolled to curve into full-body contact with him, the prodding of his fully erect cock, trapped in the prison of his jeans, found her thigh.
Her breath caught at the unexpected desire that sparked from that touch.
Those sparks went straight to her pussy.
"You want to play with Daddy?" he asked, his fingertips caressing from her shoulder to her hip.
She nodded, and he smiled.
Bowing his head, he kissed her lips, then her jawline, slowly working his way down to her chest.
"Use your words, babygirl." The wet tip of his tongue flicked at her nipple and her back nearly bowed up off the bed.
“Yes,” she gasped.
The heat of his mouth covered the tip of her breast, teasing and suckling until it was all she could do to hold still. Her nipples were taut, her pussy twitching in tiny spasms that pulsed along in time with the pulling draws of his mouth.
“Oh, J-Jeff… Daddy…”
She shivered, the tingling that swept the surface of her skin even as the hot palm of his hand trailed down over her hip to her thigh.
His fingertips skimmed the side of her bottom, moving under her leg.
His knee nudged hers and that was all she needed to open her legs.
Her womb blossomed for him, tendrils of languid heat unfurling and spreading, answering his touch with a tickle of lust that spilled through her folds.
She reached for him, but he gave the side of her hip a stinging slap that immediately turned that tickle into a flood.
"Lie still for me," he ordered, rising onto his knees between her legs. "Let me look at what's mine."
Were she wearing panties, they'd have been instantly soaked by that. She squirmed, fighting her need to obey while he slipped his hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Having to hold still while he removed her diaper was a lesson in waiting she could have gone her whole life without. Need furled inside her. Growing with every touch as he slipped the padding out from under her hips. She hadn’t used it.
It wasn’t dirty, but he folded it up before tossing it in the small garbage beside his bedside table.
Gathering her knees, he folded them back on her chest and held them there.
It was a humbling position, but she did it. For Daddy. She'd never felt more vulnerable or exposed, but she held his position while he looked his fill, a soft smile tugging at his lips, which softened some of the intensity from his face.
"You have no idea how precious you are. Hold your knees for Daddy."
Her thighs began to tremble, but she hooked her knees and kept her legs spread wide while he trailed his hands up and down the length of the outside of her thighs.
"What a pretty little bottom hole."
She flushed, embarrassed, but not so much that it didn't turn her on. She liked that about him. She liked the way he made her feel, small against all the big parts of him, cared for. She hoped she'd find someone else just like him once she got out again.
Lust died a little as her eyes stung with tears. Actual tears. She tried to blink them back.
Who was she kidding? There was no one else like him, and definitely no one else that she'd call Daddy while she wore his diaper and sucked her thumb, or his binky.
No one else would rock her in his lap like she was the most precious thing in the world while she sobbed into his shoulder.
No one else who'd she relax against while drinking her supper from a bottle.
He took hold of her knees again. "Show Daddy what's mine, Tabby," he said, his voice even deeper than before. His gaze rose from her pussy to her eyes.
But, he'd just been doing that, she thought before it hit her. Oh… her whole body flushed hard at that. God, she couldn't do that. And yet already her hands were drifting down to her set.
The urge to cover herself was almost too much. She'd never felt so intimately… naughty. She'd never spread open her own pussy folds for a man before either.
But she did it now, her fingers slipping into the slick heat of her own arousal as she opened herself to his inspection.
"Look at that pretty shade of pink," he lovingly marveled. "Look how swollen your little clit is. Is my babygirl all needy in her kitty?"
It was too much. She let go of her pussy and covered her face.
"Talk to Daddy."
"I can't say that."
"Yes, you can. It's one of my favorite things to hear. Open up your pussy for Daddy and tell me how much you want me."
Something so mortifying should never have been so titillating. Reaching down between her legs, she caught her breath as she spread open her own folds. Shyly meeting his gaze, she stammered, "M-my kitty wants you, Daddy."
It felt awkward to say, but the reward was immediate. She jumped as the tip of his finger touched her now too, his thumb gliding up and down her seam before circling the bead of her eager clit.
"Is your kitty hot for Daddy?"
Her legs shook as he stroked her again, another up and down caress that ended in a circling stroke that had her panting.
She nodded.
His hand abandoned her. He looked at her, one eyebrow arching in gentle rebuke until she realized her mistake.
Was there anything more embarrassing than having to repeat dirty things? She writhed, muffling a protest behind tightly clenched lips.
Quick as a flash, he spanked her pussy with the flat of his fingers. It was more of a pat than a spank, he barely used any force when he did it. But the tiny bundle of nerves he punished didn't need much force.
She yelped, even as the minute shock of it melted into breathtaking sexiness so intense and surreal that she couldn’t stop the wriggling squirm of her hips.
"Do you need another spank?" he asked, silken smooth.
God, yes!
She swiftly shook her head, beyond mortified to be this turned on. "D-Daddy, my… oh God, m-my kitty is so hot for you."
"What does your kitty want, baby?"
She muffled another whine, and he immediately gave her clit another light swat. She shouted, the impact nowhere near painful, just intense. Beautifully, erotically intense.
"Please don't spank me there," she pleaded, to which he smiled.
"If this isn't effective, Daddy has no problem turning you over and spanking your little asshole instead. Do you want that?"
She mewled and shook her head even harder.
"My kitty wants, um… it, um, wants…" She glanced at his crotch but even that was embarrassing. It was also breathtaking all on its own. He had an erection, a bulge tenting the front of his pants so sizeable that she couldn’t even stare.
She pointed at it, dying from the shame.
"What do you want?" he asked huskily.
She pointed again.
He hmmed, and before she could react, he gave her greedy pussy another slap. This one hurt, but it wasn't what she protested when he said, "Roll over, young lady. Head on the mattress, ass all the way up, hands behind your back."
"No!" she wailed, her breasts growing heavy, her core pulsing with wanton lust so intense that her thighs began to shake.
He got up off the bed. "You don't want to not be in position when I come back. I've got a wicked peach tree in the backyard that you do not want to have to visit, I promise." Firm in his resolution, he got off the bed and headed into the master bathroom.
Was he threatening to make her cut her own switch?
Not wanting to find out, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, and promptly did as she was told. She was just catching her own wrist behind her back when he came back with a washcloth in his hand.
He stopped by the dresser and she heard the pop of a snap and a metallic clinking before he brought his handcuffs back to the bed.
Her breath caught. Just looking at them stole some of the sexiness from the situation.